Santana and Sam both sat in a booth both sitting opposite one another, she wore green bodycon dress with a pair of black ankle boots, her long dark brown locks were in loose curls and draping over her shoulders and down her back. Sam had his hair in his usual blonde quaffed look, he wore a white t-shirt with a green plaid shirt over the top, he wore a pair of denim jeans and a pair of green converses.
Santana reached forward and grabbed her glass of lemonade with big chunks of ice floating in the top, she took hold of the straw and placed it into her mouth, she took a sip of the lemonade and placed it back down on the table in front of them. Sam looked around and clapped his hands together under the table, clearing his throat he looked back at her.
"So," he said breaking the silence, "I've been known to be really good at impressions."
"Really?" She asked him curiously, "Give us an example of an impression."
"A martini," he imitated, "Shaken, not stirred."
"Was that supposed to be James Bond?" She asked him.
"Yeah," he smiled, "You got it."
"Yeah," she smiled awkwardly, "Only because I know the movie and the famous quote."
"Okay," he responded quickly, "I'll give you another one."
"Okay," she replied as she leaned back into the booth seat.
"Nobody puts Baby in the corner," he imitated again. Santana looked at him unimpressed and shook her head. "What did you think of that?" He asked her with a smile.
"People actually think you're good?" She asked him harshly.
"Yeah," he nodded, "They said that I'm really good and they're laughing at them."
"Oh sweetie," she told him, "They're not laughing at your impression, they're laughing at you because they're so god damn bad."
"What?" He replied in shock.
"You really suck," she told him honestly, "I'm not being horrible, those people who are laughing at you are the horrible ones because they're laughing at you which is just plain right cruel."
"Oh," he responded sadly as he looked down at his hands placed on his lap.
"Who has told you that you're good?" She questioned him.
"Quinn," he answered sadly.
"And you actually believed her?" She asked him again, "Sam, the bitch told you stuff so that she could keep you sweet as she was going behind your back and cheating on you."
"She's not the only person who has said that my impressions are good," he informed her as he looked down at his hands, "Brittany and Artie both said that they're pretty damn good."
"And you actually believe them?" She asked him harshly, "Okay, I'm sorry for saying this to you but as much as I love my girl Brittany, she's not the brightest spark and as for Artie, that guy just wants to be nice all of the time even if it means hurting you."
Sam looked up from his hands, taking a glance at her where she shrugged both of her shoulders at him and pouted her bottom lip at him.
"I'm just telling you the truth," she told him honestly, "And I know that the truth can hurt but I don't want you to be lie to because you seem like a really nice guy, Sam."
"I am," he nodded, "I am a nice guy."
"Then you don't deserve to be lied to," she admitted, "You deserve to be told the truth and I understand that you're hurt because I told you the truth, but I had to tell you before you embarrassed yourself."
"It's not you that's hurt me," he informed her, "It's the other people who made out that I was funny when really they were just laughing and lying to me."
"I'm sorry," she admitted, "I feel really cruel right now for telling you that."
"Don't be," he told her, "At least you told me the truth about it and not lied to my face like others have done, but what do I expect with Quinn because she was lying to my face the entire time that we were dating."
"You know what," she said changing the subject, "We're on a date together and we're not gonna be talking about them, we're not gonna let them bring our date down because of their lies, we're gonna have a fun date, yeah?"
"Yeah," he smiled, "I'd like that."
"Good," she smiled back, "Do me an impression that you think is your best and I'll be brutally honest about it."
"Um," he mumbled, "I have one that I think that I'm pretty damn good at."
"Okay," she smiled, "Show me."
"Show me the money!" He mimicked.
"Good," she smiled, "That's better than the rest but it's not perfect, show me another one."
"You can't handle the truth," he mimicked. She smiled and clapped her hands together.
"Good," she told him, "Very good, that actually sounded like him. But my advice to you is to not do impressions, you could do so much better by just charming me."
"I didn't know what else to do," he admitted, "I thought that if I could tell you that I could do impressions you would be impressed." He looked down at his hands placed on his lap. "Obviously not," he said sadly.
"Sam," she said to him softly, "You don't need to do impressions to impress me, you can just be the nice guy that you are. Just be truthful with me and I'd appreciate that. Just don't do what Puck did and make a fool outta me."
"I would never do that," he replied quickly raising his head up to look at her, "I would never cheat on you because I've been cheated on before and I hated it. If I'm with somebody then I'm sticking to them. I'm a one woman man."
"Good," she smiled. She glanced over his shoulder to find Sebastian standing at the podium to be seating, her smile faded. "Oh my god," she muttered, "What the hell is he doing here?"
"Who?" Sam asked as he looked over his shoulder to see Sebastian standing there, he looked back at her, "Who is that? Do you know him?"
"He's Blaine's friend," she told him still looking over his shoulder at Sebastian, "We've spoke twice."
"Then why is it shocking that he's here?" He questioned her.
"Because he's from Westerville," she lied, "He doesn't come to places like this, he goes to places which serve caviar and other stuff."
Sebastian looked over at her and frowned, he excused himself from the waitress and walked over to them, she looked away from him quickly and looked at Sam. "He's coming over here," she informed him.
"Why?" Sam asked her.
"I don't know," she sneered, "I'm not a frickin' mind reader."
"Hey, Santana," Sebastian smiled, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm on a date," she told him, "Not that it has anything to do with you."
"I'm Sebastian Smythe," he said turning towards Sam and holding his hand out to him.
"Sam Evans," he replied shaking his hand. Sebastian released their hands and looked back at Santana.
"So," he asked her, "You never told me that you were going on a date? I thought that we would inform each other about stuff like this."
"Wait," Sam queried, "Are you two dating?"
"Absolutely not," she shot at him, "Absolutely not, I would never date him, he's not even my type." She turned and looked at Sebastian who was grinning down at the both of them. She stood up and grabbed his arm, "You and me," she snarled at him, "We're gonna have a word." She turned and looked at Sam flashing a smile at him, "We'll be right back," she told him, "I've just gotta have a word with him."
"Yeah," Sam replied, "Sure, take your time."
"Don't worry," she replied turning and glaring at Sebastian, "We won't be." She pulled his arm as she made her way down the restaurant, she pushed open the door to the side exit, pulling him through the door also, she pushed him to the side and closed the door behind them.
"What the hell was that about?" He asked her as he fixed his shirt.
"What the hell was that about?" She asked him angrily, "What the hell was that back there? You almost blew our secret."
"And remind me how I did that exactly?" He questioned her with furrowed eyebrows.
"You kept asking questions," she told him, "You kept asking us what we were doing and asking if we were on a date, you sounded as if you were jealous of the fact that I was on a date."
"Not a chance," he admitted, "I was just curious, that's all, seeing as I should know if we're dating other people."
"But we're not dating," she shot at him, "So, it doesn't matter."
"It does," he shot back at her, "Because I'm not a cheat and if I'm having a casual fling with somebody who is willing to cheat then I don't want to have any part of it. I thought you of most people would know about that since you'd been cheated on by Puck."
"Okay, one," she stated, "I'm not cheating on Sam because we're only dating, we're not going out with one another, we're not in a relationship because we don't want to be a relationship seeing as we've both just gotten out of bad relationships. We don't want to jump into one after being hurt so bad." She shook her head and waved her hands in front of her chest. "You know what," she sneered, "I don't even know why I'm explaining myself to you. This has nothing to do with you."
"Fine," he shrugged, "Fair enough. That's all I wanted to know."
"But it has nothing to do with you," she told him, "It has absolutely nothing to do with you who I date and who I don't date because we're not together."
"Wow, Santana," he gloated, "It sounds like you're the one who's getting jealous here."
"And why would I be getting jealous?" She asked him harshly.
"Because you want me," he smiled cockily.
"As if," she snarled, "The only thing I want from you, is your huge penis when I need pleasuring because I've had a hard day."
"Fine," he shrugged, "Fair enough."
"I'm gonna go back to my date now," she told him, "Don't try and do anything stupid."
"Ah," he replied, "You know me."
"Yeah," she responded, "I do, and that's why I just said that." She shook her head and walked towards the door, she grabbed hold of the handle and made her way through the door. She headed back down to the booth where Sam was sitting, she flashed a smile at him and slid into the booth as she sat opposite him.
"Sorry about that," she admitted, "He was just being a total douchebag and tried to taunt me."
"There's definitely nothing going on between you two," he asked her, "Is there?"
"Absolutely not," she lied, "He knows my story with Puck because I spoke to him once about it and he gave me some advice about it. He's just teasing me because I told him that I wasn't willing to go in a relationship for a long time because of it."
"Right," he nodded unconvinced about it.
"Sam," she reassured him, "You don't have to worry about Sebastian and I, nothing is going on between us and besides, we're only dating because we're both not ready to jump back into a relationship after we both had our hearts broken, because if we did then our relationship would just be stupid because we'd still be heartbroken. I say we, but I mean you because I'm no longer heartbroken because I'm sooo over Puck now."
"Yeah," he nodded, "I'm not over Quinn yet so it would be a good idea if we just dated and got to know each other a bit more. I don't want to hurt you, Santana."
"And you're not," she reassured him, "Because believe me, Trouty Mouth, I've got tough skin and it'll take something really bad to hurt me, like being humiliated like Puck did to me."
Sam smiled at her and nodded. Sebastian walked through the doors at the side and made his way back up to the podium, he glanced over at Santana who was smiling at Sam who was making fun of some of his lamest impressions which caused Santana to burst out laughing, he looked away and shook his head, he wasn't jealous of them too, just angry that she never ran it by him because he didn't mind sharing her whilst they were only dating but he didn't want to be the other guy whilst she was dating him.